Sunday, August 12, 2018

As Ricardo gave me
another stroke so deep inside of me I felt his sac rubbing against my entrance
I screamed out with one last climax as he jettisoned inside, the warm trickling
feel of it making me come that much harder. But when I closed my eyes, I was
looking into the metallic silver irises that haunted my dreams, and they looked
angry as hell. I could almost hear a faint, foreign, yet familiar voice in the
back of my mind saying, I will find you.

When I opened my eyes,
Ricardo was staring straight into mine, but it felt like he was seeing right
through me to somewhere else, especially when he said, “She’s mine.”

Before I could ask him
anything or think any further, he claimed my lips in a crushing, almost
punishing kiss. Then I felt a tiny pinprick on the side of my hip and promptly
blacked out.

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That last statement he mumbled so quietly I almost missed
it. Not that it mattered—everything else he was telling me was almost too much
to take in all at once.

“No, I don’t wanna hear any more. Just stop. If what you’re
saying right now is true, then that means…” What had I done?

“That you killed—no, brutally murdered an innocent? Yes, it
means exactly that. No worries. I think it just makes you so much sexier. Rawr.
You sexy little minx, you. Seeing you in action like that gave me quite the
boner. I had to quickly wax on whack off—good thing no one could see me.”

“I’m glad to see you’re so happy right now. What I’m not
understanding is just what you get out of all of this? Besides getting your
rocks off.”

“Don’t you get it? I am now a free demon. The one who
summoned me died before he ever had a chance to send me back, never had a
chance to banish me from this realm. Granted, I’ll have to stay in this body,
but it does look soooo much better on me. Its original owner never did wear it
to its full potential, now did he?”

There went that damn laugh again. To say I was sick of
hearing it would be a truly drastic understatement.

It was all too much to take in. Not only had I lost days of
my life to lust, but I had just killed an innocent witch. Granted, the idiot
had had no business summoning a demon, especially when he’d apparently had no
idea what he was doing. A demon is so much worse than a djinn. Much worse. The
level of magic it had taken to bring a demon through the barriers into this
realm had to have been astronomical. All that power that Bran must have
possessed. Now it was all gone to waste after one dumb-ass decision. What had
he even been thinking? It wasn’t like he’d needed to win me or anything; he’d
already had me, whether I wanted him or not. Whether he wanted me or not, for
that matter. So this need to make me want him made no sense whatsoever.

“And you my lovely, will now be my bride. We are betrothed,
after all.”

“Wait, what?”

“Oh yes, with all the commotion and a little bit of smoke
and magic, I made it seem as though Bran were at least somewhat alive. Now all
I have to do is use my own demonic powers—which, yes, I do still have in case
you were wondering—make my face look like so much charred meat—you know, the
state you put the poor fool in—lay up for a while, then voila! An all healed-up
Bran!

“No one will be the wiser. I mean, really, who’s going to
tell? You? That would just make you a murderous bitch who committed treason
against the would-be king. Bran was an innocent, after all, his palace under
siege, a captive right alongside you.

“Well, I’d better get going, I do have my death bed to get
to and all. And no worries, when I do ‘come to’, I’ll just reassure them we
were merely having a lovers’ spat that got out of hand. I do rather like it
rough.” Laughing, he flashed away, leaving a trail of sulfur in his wake.

And I was left standing there like a deer shifter caught in
the headlights. This time, I wasn’t stupid enough to ask whether the day could
get any worse.